Poem for HVR!

Just 'cause

Author’s Note: I wrote this poem for my friend, HVR! I originally put it in a note, but I don’t want it lost in the abyss. Cory and I were just thinking of ya at the same time!

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HVR

Do you know HVR?

Where did he come from?

Not very far

He’s a real human

Like you and me

And believe it or not,

He’s fucking friendly

Destroying the algo

Burning it down

Still not quite sure

How he got PancakeSushi in town

for that one live

Yes, he does that too

Brings on his friends

To join “After School.”

A street-writer, an author

What the fuck is a niche?

We don’t say that word here

Shut the fuck up, bitch

Just kidding, too hostile

I’m sorry, it’s too much

If you see his notes

HVR likes to gush

Supporting us writers

Getting out of the void

You’re never alone

When Mayhem is deployed

But back to HVR

He’s got some range

From musicals to romance

Words creating real change

Trauma, depression,

The stigmas we hold

When HVR writes

He doesn’t withhold.

He’s also got a book

“Too Soon et pero Too Late”

About his time in Colombia

It felt like reading fate

“It takes one to know one,”

I’ve told him before

He’s emotionally intelligent

Not always hardcore

Have you seen his rap battle

With Laura B? (Laura B Writing in the Shadows)

It’s one to check out

I think he’d agree

He’s also a dad

To a lovely, sweet girl

Nothing is more important

She’s his whole world.

So let me end this

On a positive note

Wanted to lift up a friend

A compliment, a little dote

So HVR,

I hope this was painful

But really,

I am truly so grateful

For you and for Mayhem

The friends I have found

Like Stefan Pasek and Matthew Holvey

Not kidnapped, but bound

They proofread this for me

And roll their eyes,

And say, “Okay, Becky…”

With deep, heavy sighs

So HVR

Have a great day

This is now the longest goodbye ever

Whelp, I’ll just be on my way…

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